Snooze of peace reigned on a collage
of sacred impulse for serenity of shelter —
bower-girthed and soul-inundated —
but along the line, a stampede, peccant
and harlotic,
framed the sun.
Categories:
peccant, conflict, depression, life,
Form: Free verse
Moon is a lonesome voyeur
Who peeks down lustfully at the silhouetted nudity of Night.
Peccant, she does it with overt grandeur,
Reluming steadily crackling embers of a smouldering light.
Categories:
peccant, moon, nature, night,
Form: Rhyme
Its signs are writ upon the seeker's heart,
yet still, the seeker cannot ken those signs
until his heart becomes exposed to light… ~Rumi
Man is oblivious to the notion of Life,
the peccant nature of his dealings.
Its signs are writ upon the seeker's heart.
A sybarite is often a slave to his habits,
leaving a huddle of vapid bonds in his wake;
yet still, the seeker cannot ken those signs.
Impervious to the unction being ephemeral
beliefs give his life some verisimilitude,
until his heart becomes exposed to light …
Categories:
peccant, philosophy,
Form: Carpe Diem
Peccant Words
Written: by Miracle Man
4/20/2020
Peccant words should remain unspoken,
and unsuppressed thoughts are just the same.
Many, let words fly, and hearts are broken,
* but it’s the heart, not mouth that’s to blame.
Sometimes Satan tempts us with certain things,
but temptation becomes sin only if we surrender.
When God sees surrender, our witness He hamstrings,
And in the eyes of others we’ve become a pretender.
* Matthew 12:34 (KJV)
34 O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things? for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.
Categories:
peccant, god, heart, sin, words,
Form: Lyric
I am archaic and forgotten these are my dusty tomes
The perennial deipnosophist verbally alone
With flowing ink my guide, the page my diligent doxy
I capriciously choose my diction and propose my proxy
A peccant periapt around thy neck, I’ll drag thee
Along the hyperborean, yet sullen, road you see
Hoarfrost coated little old me helpless and miserly
Carry on, my linguistics are aged unfortunately
The bruit is that the caducity of my tenure is
The reason for this rhyme; I digress and must stress that this
This, is but a puzzle, it is but a conundrum.
I'll let you decipher amongst the humdrum
Categories:
peccant, anger, writing,
Form: Couplet
Have my peccant daydreams seep away
Purged from my mind devoid all delay
Evaporate those thoughts like the mist
Wring as a sponge, oh LORD, with a twist
Have me absorb ideas you adore
Blessed visions soak deep to the core
Living water so pure for my soul
Please, fill me up, each pore, every hole
My thoughts are wrong, so done be your will
Your providence is far greater still
So, God, exchange, my sin with your grace
Each transgression, remove every trace
Though my frail mind compels me to turn
With drowning pain, my life, you did earn.
Categories:
peccant, christian, faith, forgiveness, god,
Form: Sonnet
A deceptive kiss of bliss led to my nemesis,
my wanweird, falling in to your devilish abyss,
Algae covers a stony heart in a ocean of tears
for you, I don't know why, but why was I dumb
enough to care to bare to heed the the devils
snare ,to let your whisssssper your snake deception
in my ear, I swear don't ever call me again asking
me to be your friend insidiously making propitiatory
gestures for us to be lovers again, stop trying to lure
me in to the lions den because back then I was your
lover, friend and including a man for you, I would have
redundantly parted stubborn sand for you and if you
desired four hundred and thirty six grains to be in your
hand made hour glass I would have counted&counted
grains of sand ,for you but now I count grains of pain
riding a saddened moon the loom of nebulous insanity,
I was blindly loyal to you, a person I seen to be royal
so for you I toiled in your hells kitchen of brimstone, till
I boiled and became like a prune shriveled and soiled
in nothingness,your so nonchalant an peccant I shall
never again be your lover or friend......
Categories:
peccant, life, loss, lost love,
Form: Free verse
As I sit here in the dark of night,
Street lights shining ever bright,
I write my heart out, with no contrite.
A peaceful moment I’ve been waiting for years,
For the first time, no hints of anger, no tears.
I write a song, estranged, with this moment of chance,
An Ode to my hometown,
To whom I never gave a glance.
I see with clarity, to finally think a second,
With no disturbances, constantly peccant.
Piano is my life, I play this song for God,
Everything he gave me, everything I shod.
I end this piece on a harmonic note,
I shall leave the past behind,
Grab life by the throat.
Categories:
peccant, faith, happiness, lifewrite, write,
Form: Free verse